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/ LUCY DRAYTON'S HEROISM 

BY THOMAS FITZGERALD. 
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LUCY DRAYTON'S HEROISM. 



CHAPTER I. 

THE FOURTH OF JULY. 



Our story opens in the beautiful mountainous region 
of upper Pennsylvania, about two hundred miles from 
Philadelphia, where Mr. Drayton, the proprietor of a 
great iron mill, lives " a prosperous gentleman." He is 
a self-made man, somewhat stern, but possessing a good 
heart, and lavishing its warmest feelings upon his only 
child, Lucy Drayton, a lovely girl of eighteen, and heir- 
ess to his vast wealth, being his only living relation. 
It is Fourth of July, and as the curtain of our drama 
rises, the figures of Mr. Drayton, Lyon Leary (his con- 
fidential clerk), and a number of the workmen are seen 
on the lawn in front of Mr. Drayton's mansion. 
" Well, sir," said Leary, " what do you say ?" 
"That is a useless question, Mr. Leary," replied Mr. 
Drayton. " I say, no." Then, turning to the workmen, 
he added, kindly, " Your request for an increase of wages 
is not altogether unreasonable; but I do not feel war- 
ranted in granting it just now. Business is compara- 
tively dull, and considerable uncertainty overhangs the 
future." 

" You positively refuse, then?" said Leary, while dark 
looks passed among the men. 

" I do," replied Mr. Drayton, firmly. " I will pay you 
every farthing I have promised, and the wages are good j 
but I cannot increase my expenses." 

" But, sir," said John Kelsey, an honest, good-hearted 
workman, whose daughter Mary and family had been 
well cared for by Lucy Drayton, " things have been 
getting dearer, and we can't live on what we could 
before the war." 

"Your wages are good, Kelsey," said Mr. Drayton ; 
" and I cannot promise to raise them. We are making 
no money now." 



" Yes — but you are rich — and — " 

" No more. I cannot yield to your demand." 

" Had you not better think over it?" insinuated Leary. 

Mr. Drayton regarded him coldly. " No," he replied. 

" Then, sir," said Leary, with a slight sneer, " the 
men have resolved — " 

"To go on with the strike, I suppose," said Mr. 
Drayton. 

" Yes, yes," muttered the workmen. 

" My good fellows," said Mr. Drayton, " you have had 
bad advisers. Striking always has been and will be a 
a poor argument. Some designing scoundrel has misled 
you. Think well of what you are about to do." 

" We have thought," said Josh Lipp, one of the prin- 
cipal spokesmen ; " and if you don't yield, we'll strike." 

Mr. Drayton sighed. 

" I am sorry," he said. " I am anxious to treat you 
well, and do what is right, but I cannot raise your 
wages." 

"Very well, then, strike is the word," cried the men ; 
and they departed to drown their disappointment at the 
tavern. 

"Mr. Drayton," said Leary, softly, "I am sorry; 
but—" 

" That will do," said Mr. Drayton, with some hauteur. 
" Have you made out the statement I requested?" 

"I have, sir; here it is." 

Mr. Drayton took the paper, and would have entered 
the house, when Leary stopped him. 

"One moment, sir," he said. "I am respectably con- 
nected — I have saved a few thousand dollars — " 

Mr. Drayton regarded him in some surprise. 

" You had nothing when you came to me," he said, 
dryly. 

"I know that," said his clerk, wincing; "I was poor, 
and you gave me assistance and position. I have been 
economical — " 

" You have," ejaculated his employer. " I never saw 
you give a penny to a beggar." 

" — And lucky in several speculations," added Leary, 
without noticing the interruption ; " and I thought you 
might, knowing my industry, be induced to advance me 
in — in — business — and — give me an interest in the — the 
mill." 

" Anything else, Mr. Leary?" 



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« Yes, sir." 

" State it." 

" I have dared to hope that I have— that Miss Dray- 
ton—" 

" Speak plainly." 

Leary's face grew a shade paler, from suppressed agi- 
tation. 

" I — I — I — I — love your daughter." 

"Have you spoken to her on the subject?" 

" No, sir." 

" It is well. If you value your place, never mention 
this subject again." 

Leary recoiled, and gasped — " I will — I will obey you ; 
but it is my duty to warn you against your superintend- 
ent. Mr. Levering. He is not indifferent to the charms 
of Miss Drayton, and she — " 

Mr. Drayton pointed sternly to the gate. "Go," he 
said, calmly. 

Leary smiled in a sickly manner. " You will believe 
me soon," he said, and with an effort at composure he 
bowed and departed, muttering, " Revenge — revenge !" 

"That fellow will bear watching," murmured Mr. 
Drayton. " I fear he has been tampering with the men 
in regard to the strike." 

At this moment a clear, gladsome, fresh voice was 
heard from the mansion, and Lucy Drayton, in all her 
loveliness, came bounding out into the sunlight. 

"0, papa, papa, papa," she cried, "give me a kiss — 
a great big kiss — and tell me that you love me, and wish 
me a happy birthday." 

" I do, my darling," said her fond father, embracing 
her. 

". That's right," said Lucy. " 0, you dear, kind, lovely, 
splendid, horrible, naughty papa — how I love, love, love 
you, and I'm so glad to find you at last. I've been look- 
ing everywhere for you." 

" You merry girl," said Mr. Drayton ; " do you know 
what day this is?" 

" Yes, indeed," said Lucy ; " it's the Fourth of July. 
Fizz! bang! " Here's at you !" "Hurrah!" "Tooty- 
toot!" (imitating trumpet). "Speech! speech!" "We 
won't go home till morning !" " The day we celebrate !" 
" Hooray for the Bar Tangled Spanner !" " It's the glo- 
rious Fourth, and besides that, it is Lucy Drayton's 
birthday." 



Mr. Drayton smiled. " Tell me how you like this/' 
he said, producing a case of magnificent jewels. 

u 0, papa I" and Lucy embraced him, telling him how 
good he was, and how she didn't deserve so lovely a 
present. 

" You do deserve it," said Mr. Drayton. " But tell me 
— how are our guests — Mrs. Harmon Dolyer, Mr. Tom 
Dolyer, and Jack and Becky Somerville enjoying them- 
selves?" 

Lucy laughed. " Papa," she said, " I want to tell you 
something. You know Becky Somerville and I were 
schoolmates ?" 

« Yes." 

"Well — from what she has repeatedly hinted since 
her arrival, I know she has brought her brother Jack 
here to marry me." 

"Indeed?" 

"And, Mrs. Dolyear has the same intentions with her 
son, Tom." 

" What a shrewd girl you are !" 

" But, they won't catch me, for I don't care a snap for 
either of them." 

" And who do you love ?" 

" You — dear father." 

"And who else?" 

Lucy colored. 

" Why, papa," she said rapidly — u What a question ! 
Have you found a husband for me ?" 

" Not yet," replied Mr. Drayton, smiling. 

" Then, don't ask silly questions. There, there," and 
she put her hand over his mouth ; then kissed him, and 
he went off to see about the troubles at the mill, while 
Lucy, seated under a large old tree, thoughtfully sur- 
veyed her splendid present. 

" I wonder what Mr. Levering will say when he sees 
it?" she said, half to herself. 

" Why, simply, that — costly and rare as they are — 
they do not heighten your value in my eyes; although 
they do show the love of your excellent father," replied 
a voice behind her. 

Lucy, with a little scream, turned and beheld Arthur 
Levering, superintendent of her father's Iron Works. 

" How you frightened me," she said. 

"Forgive me," he replied, "but I have come to put 
you on your guard against Leary. I have discovered that 



he is the instigator of the strike, and also found out that 
he has been forging your father's name." 

Lucy knew but little about business, so the news did 
not affect her beyond a mere expression of surprise. 

" Do you know," she said, impulsively, " I like you !" 

Levering colored in a remarkable way. 

"Do — you — ?" he stammered. 

" Yes — you are so good. You have been so kind ta 
John Kelsey's family — Mary Kelsey says you are a noble 
man, and " 

Levering was becoming so confused that she stopped. 
Then, after a moment, Levering seemed to take courage. 

" Do you know," he said, " I like you, too." 

" Do you ?" replied Lucy, gaily, " Oh— isn't that nice." 

Levering did not smile. He seemed troubled. 

" In a short time — " he said, slowly — " I — I expect to 
leave this place." 

" Leave this place," repeated Lucy, mechanically. 

« Yes." 

" Are you dissatisfied with your position," she asked 
quickly — " has my father treated you unkindly — ." 

" No" — he said — " I leave — because — " 

"Because what? Speak?" 

" Because I love you ! ! J" 

"Oh!!!" 

Lucy turned her back on him to conceal her emotion 
and joy. 

"Farewell;" said Levering; "I know my case is 
hopeless," and he turned slowly away. 

ft Oh, dear," thought Lucy ; " he is leaving xae ; — this 
is awful — he thinks I don't love him. Mr. Levering?" 

He turned — he saw in her eyes the bewildering and 
blissful truth, and half wild with joy, clasped her in his 
arms! 

" But, your father ?" he said, anxiously. 

" Never fear," replied Lucy. " He will do as I wish. 
Farewell now, for here comes Tom Dolyer and Mrs. 
Somerville." 

The lovers parted, Levering going to the mill, and 
Lucy into the house, as Tom Dolyer, Mrs. Dolyer's wild 
son, one of the most enthusiastic base ballists that ever 
lived, sauntered along, making desperate love to Becky. 
In his boyish frankness he told her that his mother had 
brought him there to marry Lucy, which being the 
same thing Becky was engineering for her bachelor 



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brother Jack, a quaint, warm hearted fellow, somewhere 
between forty and fifty, the fair Kebecca resolved to 
spoil Tom's mamma's little game. So she kept Tom by 
her side, and was well tormented by him, for he insisted 
on her throwing around a ball, which lovely sport came 
to an end by hitting poor Jack Somerville on the head 
as he was approaching with Mrs. Dolyer. Champagne 
relieved him, and having got Tom and Becky out of the 
road, he commenced a desperate flirtation with Mrs. 
Dolyer, which was interrupted first by two donkeys 
looking over the fence and braying at the lovers, and 
then by Tom Dolyer's exploding a lot of fire crack- 




ers under the bench where they were sitting. What 
would have been the result of this little earthquake 
cannot be guessed, as it was interrupted by the entrance 
of Leary and Levering talking excitedly. Mr. Drayton, 
hearing the noise come out of the mansion. 

" What is this ?" he inquired. 

"It means, sir," replied Levering, "that Mr. Leary is 
no longer worthy of your confidence." 

" Dare you, sir," said Leary. 

"I dare do my duty," said Levering. "You have 
forged your employer's name and organized this strike 
among the hands, hoping to conceal your rascality." 



" I will not stay here to be insulted I" cried Leary, 
livid with rage. " Beware of that man, Mr. Drayton ; 
I know of his stolen interviews with your daughter, 
and — " 

"Silence, sir," replied Mr. Drayton, "and depart!" 

" I go," replied the detected villain, " but the end is 
not yet!" 

" Not a word of this to Lucy," said Mr. Drayton. 

" Come, friends," said our heroine, appearing at the 
door, " come and eat my birthday Fourth of July dinner. 
Ah! what is that?" 

She was interrupted by the arrival of a wagon, gayly 
decorated, in which was the village band, playing "Hail 
Columbia," "Yankee Doodle," and other familiar airs, 
followed by the villagers in their holiday attire. Every 
one was cheering. Tom Dolyer was letting off fire- 
crackers, Becky blowing a trumpet, Lucy waving a flag, 
and all seemed radiant with happiness, little suspecting 
the awful events which were to follow. 



CHAPTER II. 

THE SKELETON AT THE FEAST. 

Mr. Drayton and Arthur Levering left the rest at 
dinner, that they might talk over the trouble at the 
mill ■ and although Mr. Drayton refused to believe that 
the men would strike, or do anything violent, still, at 
Levering's suggestion, he resolved to go down to the 
city and bring up the military to protect himself in case 
anything should happen. They were interrupted by 
the entrance of Mary Kelsey, John Kelsey's daughter, 
who had been befriended by Lucy, and who was, conse- 
quently, warmly attached to her. Mary, trembling 
with terror, began telling of a plot of the strikers to at- 
tack Mr. Drayton's house. The entrance of Lucy inter- 
rupting the recital, Mr. Drayton and Mary departed to 
finish their conference in the library, leaving the lovers 
together, when Levering unfolded the plan of the in- 
stant departure of Mr. Drayton and himself for Phila- 
delphia. 

" I shall be feverish and unhappy until I see your 
dear face again," he said. 

"Do not fear," replied Lucy; "I have no idea that 
the men will harm me. You talk as if I were a child." 



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" It is because you are not a child," replied her lover, 
" that I fear the worst." 

Lucy laughed gayly. 

" What a droll man you are," she said; " Have you 
spoken to my father about our engagement?" 

Levering hesitated. 

" No," he replied. " I have had no opportunity. He 
seems fretful, and I fear to ask him now, lest he should 
destroy my hopes." 

At this moment Mr. Drayton entered ; and after tell- 
ing Mary Kelsey to return home and say nothing of her 
visit to him, he turned to the lovers, half overhearing 
their last words. As he did so, the truth flashed across 
his mind. His daughter loved this man. His Lucy, 
who, in his imagination, he saw the wife of some great 
man. What wonder, then, on beholding his ambitious 
hopes dashed to the ground, he turned sharply upon the 
trembling lovers. 

" What is this ?" he said. 

" Papa," said Lucy, bravely, " I love Mr. Levering, 
and — and — " 

"Not another word," replied her father, harshly; "I 
forbid the match." 

"Sir — sir!" cried Levering, overpowered. 

Lucy's eyes flashed. 

" You are very unkind, papa — you want to break my 
heart — I love Mr. Levering and he loves me, and I will 
never love any one else. I won't marry a great man — 
I won't marry any but Mr. Levering and — and — " 

And she burst into tears, and laid her golden head on 
her father's shoulder, 

"There, there," he replied, gently; "I have gone too 
far — I will think over the matter — I — " 

" Oh, sir !" exclaimed Levering, " dare I hope?" 

" Not a word now," replied Mr. Drayton. " Come, we 
must depart. Somerville and Dolyer will remain to 
protect the house. I cannot believe that the strikers 
will attempt to molest its inmates." 

" Nor I, either," added Lucy. 

" We shall have plenty of time to drive to the lower 
depot, where we shall escape discovery," continued Mr. 
Drayton. " We can return with the military by to- 
morrow night. The strikers will hardly know of our 
departure." 

" Here, papa," said Lucy, running to a pistol-case on 



the table, " Take one of these weapons — leave the other 
for me. Now, farewell." 

Mr. Drayton, with a fond embrace, left the room, 
while the lovers parted, Levering leaving in Lucy's 
hand her first love-letter. Thereupon, she ran to her 
room to read it and have a good cry. On her return, 
she found her guests just putting the finishing touches 
to a lovely row, because Jack Somerville would flirt 
with Mrs. Dolyer and Tom Dolyer would flirt with 
Becky Somerville — all in preference to Lucy. Of course, 
the match-makers were, secretly, deadly enemies, al- 
though they embraced in a wild and wonderful way in 
public. Lucy, however, soon put them into a good 
humor, and Tom gave them a spirited description of a 
game of Base Ball, which, however, was interrupted by 
the news that some of the mill hands wished to see Miss 
Drayton. In fearless innocence, Lucy permitted them 
to enter. 

They were all masked ! 

They were the strikers ! 

What did they want? 

They demanded to see Mr. Drayton. They had heard 
of his departure. Why had he gone to Philadelphia ? 

" Don't tell them," whispered Mrs Dolyer. 

" I will speak the truth I" answered Lucy ; and she 
then told them all. 

" Now, you may go," she said. 

" Not so," they replied, insolently ; " We want wine — 
money." 

" You shall have neither." 

" Ha !" 

Lucy faced them fearlessly. 

" You are masked," she said ; " but you have not es- 
caped detection. I know you all .'" 

The strikers started. 

" John Kelsey," continued the brave girl, " is this the 
way you repay your benefactor ? Lyon Leary — forger 
and villain — do you dare enter the house of the man 
you have robbed ?" 

" By heaven — !" cried the masked figure, " beware 
what you say." 

" I do not fear you," replied our heroine. Then, turn- 
ing to the men, she continued passionately — 

" You are standing on the verge of a precipice. This 
man who has nothing to lose, is urging you on. Back, 



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ere you bring great misery on yourselves and your 
innocent families. Think but for a moment, and you 
will see how terrible is the future for you if you out- 
rage the law." 

"You are right, Miss Lucy," said John Kelsey, "come, 
boys, let's go away." 

"No, no!" shouted the crowd — half mad with the 
liquor which Leary had been plying them with — "we 
want money or wine." 

And they advanced towards Lucy. She sprang to the 




table, and taking the pistol from its case, pointed it at 
them! 

" I have used entreaty," she said, " and you will not 
hear me. Advance one more step and I fire !" 

There was something in her beautiful face, stern in 
its death-like paleness, and her flashing eyes, which 
awed them, and they shrank away submissively, and 
passed from the room, despite the smothered curses of 
Leary. 

The house was saved ! Lucy fell fainting ! 



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CHAPTER III. 

LIFE IN THE BALANCE. 

It was night. Lucy sat alone in the corridor of her 
father's quaint old house, despondent and filled with 
strange agitation. She was no longer the merry girl of 
yesterday. A night had transformed her into a woman. 
She had heard nothing from her father. An ominous 
suspense seemed to hang over everything. The day 
had been gloomy with forbodings, and the night seemed 
to contain undefinahle terror for the poor child. The 
clock struck ten as the servant entered with a telegram. 
Lucy took it eagerly. It read as follows — 

" Home to-night, by half -past one — with military. 

W. Drayton." 

"With an exclamation of joy Lucy hastened to join her 
guests, unknowingly dropping the telegram as she did 
so. The room was illuminated only by the moonlight, 
which streamed in a large bow window. Suddenly a 
figure appeared at this window. It was Leary ! 

He entered softly. He had come to rob the house 
and then escape, for he feared the failure of the strike. 
He observed the telegram on the floor. Another mo- 
ment and he was master of its contents. A demoniac 
smile crossed his pale face. 

" So, so," he muttered; " I did not expect you so soon. 
I will see if your return cannot be delayed for a few 
days — perhaps forever." 

Placing it in his pocket, he began to search the room 
for valuables, when Lucy, who had missed the telegram, 
suddenly entered. 

There was a moment of breathless suspense. 

" You here," exclaimed Lucy. " What do you want ?" 

"I have come to tell you of a peril which overhangs 
your father," replied Leary, rapidly. 

Lucy smiled calmly. 

" I don't believe you," she said. " Leave the house !" 

" Hear me for a moment." 

" I will not." 

" I love you." 

" Villain ! how dare you insult me? You have stolen 
into the house — begone." 

u Nay, hear me." 

" I will not." 



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" You shall !" 

He locked the door. They were alone, beyond reach 
of a call for help. Lucy trembled. 

" Open the door/' she said. " Don't come near me," and 
she violently overturned a large old-fashioned chair. 

Leary writhed his lips into the semblance of a smile. 

" You will not listen to me, then?" he asked. 

Lucy regarded him contemptuously. 

" No," she replied, " never. I hate you." 

"Ah! you hate me?" 

He came a" step nearer. 

" It is useless to call," he said, with a bitter laugh. 
" You could not be heard." 

" Help, help, help !" called Lucy, fearlessly. 

Leary ground his teeth. 

" Utter another cry," he said, " and I'll strangle you 
on the spot!" 

" Will you ?" said a well known voice ; " not if I know 
it, old fellow," and Tom Dolyer sprang in the window, 
unlocked the door, and Mr. Somerville, Mrs. Dolyer and 
Miss Somerville, attracted by the noise made by the 
overturned chair, rushed in. 

With a smothered curse Leary fled before they could 
capture him. It was now eleven o'clock, and the ladies 
resolved to retire. Lucy, concealing her fears, requested 
Tom and Somerville to sit up, in case they should be 
needed, and the rest then bade each other good night. 

Tom, having got the keys of the cellar from Lucy, the 
servants having retired to the building where they slept, 
a short distance from the mansion, champagne was 
brought up, and Somerville became delightfully jolly. 
Tom, with his usual fun, corked the poor fellow's face, 
and then took him to bed. They had. scarcely left the 
apartment, and the clock was just striking twelve, when 
Lucy entered. She could not sleep, and her terror was 
increased by hearing some one climbing to the balcony. 

A figure stood in the moonlight. It was Mary Kelsey. 

"Hush," she said, "and listen. The strikers have 
discovered that your father and Mr. Levering return by 
the half past one o'clock train, and — " 

" Go on — go on !" 

" They intend cutting the trestle work over the gorge, 
and letting the cars fall into the abyss below !" 

" God of heaven !" 

" The train must be saved !" 



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" It must— but how ?" 

" I know not." 

"But I do. Hasten you, Mary, to the valley, and use 
every means in your power to prevent the deed. Accom- 
panied by Tom Dolyer, I will follow, and some means 
will yet be found to accomplish the miracle." 

Mary departed breathless, and Lucy knocked at Tom's 
door. He came out. 

"Lucy — you here? What's the matter?" 

She told him all, adding, "You must go with me, 
leaving Mr. Somerville to protect the house." 

Tom grinned. " Lord," he exclaimed ; " Somerville's 
in an awfully tipsy state. He can't move." 

" Then you must remain. I will go alone !" 

" Impossible." 

" Nothing is impossible." 

" I cannot let you go." 

" You must. Life hangs in the balance. Farewell." 
And she fled out into the night to save her father and 
er lover, or die in the attempt. 



CHAPTER IV. 

THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH. 

The strikers, made half mad with the liquor with 
which Leary had plied them, were gathered together in 
the Lonely Valley. The trestle-work, at a dizzy height, 
loomed above them, and the pure, calm moonlight fell 
sweetly upon the place which was to be the scene of 
frightful disaster. John Kelsey, who had begun to com- 
prehend the full horror of the plan, and to see Leary's 
true motive in urging the strikers on, was imploring 
them not to proceed any further — to stop while it was 
yet time. But the men, filled with their supposed 
wrongs, laughed at him, and swore they would stop for 
no one. 

"Come, boys," said Leary, "and drink; and the half 
of you go to old Drayton's house, capture it, and have it 
ready for us. The train will be along in a short time, 
and our vengeance will be complete." 

Some of the men departed. The others, on hearing a 
distant whistle, concealed themselves in the bushes until 
the down train passed over the trestle-work, and disap- 



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peared among the gloomy mountains. As it did so, 
Mary Kelsey appeared. 

" Thank heaven, I am in time," she murmured. As 
she did so, the men discovered her. 

" Who are you ?" they demanded. 

The moonlight fell upon her face. 

" Mary," exclaimed her father; " you here !" 

"Yes; to save you and these poor men from commit- 
ting an awful crime.- Oh, father, think, and you will 
see how fearful this plot is." 

'.' Off, men, to your work," said Leary. The men 
ascended to the trestle-work, and began cutting it. 
Mary, in an agony of terror, threw herself at her father's 
feet, wildly imploring him to stop the dreadful deed. 
But it was useless. He had attempted to dissuade them, 
and they had refused to obey him. 

The trestle-work was cut ! 

The men went into the thicket to take another drink, 
to fit them for the consummation of their work, and as 
they did so, a light figure came upon the scene. It was 
Lucy Drayton ! 

In her hand she carried the red lantern, which she had 
taken from Mary Kelsey. She listened. She heard the 
wild laughter of the men a short distance off. What 
should she do ? She was in the Valley. To reach the 
trestle-work she must pass the place where the strikers 
were. To do that would be death! She sank back, 
almost fainting, on a rock. As she did so, she heard the 
whistle of the approaching train. 

Merciful heaven ! She sprang to her feet — the blood 
rushed to her head — she thought she would go mad. In 
another minute her father, her lover, and every one on 
board the train would be utterly destroyed ! Heavenly 
Father ! What could she do? 

Climb to the top of the trestle-work ! 

Should she fall, she would be dashed to pieces. No 
matter. She would dare all for them. 

Up she went ! Up, up, up ! With a wild prayer on her 
agonized lips, with the strength of a maniac, she drew 
herself towards the top. Again she heard the whistle. 
Another effort, and dizzy and almost overcome, she had 
reached the top. The whistle sounded nearer — nearer ; 
she saw the white-eyed iron monster approaching like 
lightning. She waved the lantern ! 

" Back ! back \" she shrieked ; " back !" 



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The strikers, arrested by the cries, rushed in. They 
saw Lucy Drayton ! 

" Doomed !" cried Leary, with fiendish triumph. 
" Where she stands the train must pass." 

" Leap to the other side," shouted John Kelsey. 

" She shall not escape," howled Leary ; and* raising 
his gun, he fired at Lucy. 




"With a cry, she fell on the trestle-work, still waving 
the lantern. Kelsey drew his pistol and shot Leary 
dead. As the train rushed on the trestle-work, Lucy 
suddenly seized the branch of a high tree within reach, 
and clung to it. 

Saved — saved ! thank God ! all saved ! 



CHAPTER V. 

WOLVES AT BAY. 

Tom Dolyer, when Lucy ran out into the night, leav- 
ing him to defend the house, armed himself with a gun, 
pistols, etc., and paraded up and down with great satis- 
faction, until, accidentally, the gun went off, and the 
ladies and Somerville, en deshabille, rushed out of their 
rooms. Before an explanation could be made, the 



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strikers were heard knocking, and demanding to be let 
in. Of course, the greatest consternation was exhibited 
by the ladies and Somerville. Tom refused them admit- 
tance, but finally the door was broken down, and the 
enraged workmen rushed in. Something terrible would 
have happened, for Tom, bold as a lion, refused to yield, 
when suddenly, Arthur Levering, followed by the mili- 




tary, made his appearance, and the strikers were over- 
powered. Lucy and her father also arrived safe. Lucy 
promised to intercede for Kelsey, having seen him shoot 
Leary, whose death put an end to the strike, and every- 
thing concluded happily. Becky consents to marry 
Tom, Mrs. Dolyer accepts Somerville; Mr. Drayton 
gives his consent to the marriage of Lucy and Arthur ; 
and the morning sun, streaming in the window, falls 
upon the happy party with a halo of brightness, sweet 
augury of future happiness. 

The above is a sketch of Col. Fitzgerald's thrilling 
and beautiful drama, "WOLVES AT BAY," as will 
be observed from the advertisement on the -back cover 
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Lyon Leary Mr. Snyder 

Tom Dolyer Miss Fanny Davenport 

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